by C. M. Steele
She turned her head and pressed the pillow to her face. “Ah,” she whimpered against the fabric.
“Give me those moans, baby. I want them all,” I growled over her nipple. Squeezing her breasts, I demanded that she say my name. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“You, Brent. I need you,” she cried, her hands moving into my hair and pushing my head down onto her breasts. “Please,” she begged. Her nails dragged down my scalp and made their way to my shoulders, clawing me.
I pulled my lips off her breasts, to take her top all the way off, then tossed the sweater on the floor. I looked down at her and I could feel my cum leak onto the edge of her panties. I was damn hard from just the thought of fucking her. Alana had a shy smile on her face, a mix of nervousness and need. I wanted to kiss her everywhere. I didn’t even care if I came. Somehow I knew she would keep me hard. Both of my hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together, and my tongue came down to taste them together. She was the total package and I couldn’t even picture her not existing anymore.
She moaned again, and I knew that she was mine to keep safe and to give all my love to. Her hips thrusted upward, looking for some physical connection, but I needed to take it slow. I had to control the mood. Laying flat over her, I captured her lips in a deep kiss. Our bodies were touching without space between us. Her hard peaks were rubbing against the hairs on my chest and the friction was incredible. I couldn’t stop the need to grind my cock with her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure and I knew she was close to coming, but I already beat her there. My first stream of cum wet my shorts and some of her belly. I groaned and howled her name off my lips. “Alana.” My mouth came back down on hers and the moment I did, she came. Her body shook and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted more. My cock was still solid and my hunger hadn’t waned. I slowly got up off the bed and took off my boxers and shorts. Kneeling back on the bed, I took the hem of her panties and tugged them down over her hips and off to join her sweater. Her short, curly hairs glistened with her sweet juices. I leaned down and kissed her. We both sighed and made little noises as the kiss intensified. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. She was fucking perfect to me. I suddenly felt waves of possessiveness wash over me.
“You’re mine,” I said. “I want you so much, I want to be inside you.” I placed little kisses on her cheek and down her neck. “I want to feel you come on my tongue this time,” I growled against her ear before continuing on this journey down her body. The first time for both of us and I was glad that I nutted before I got in her. I didn’t want to be done and she wasn’t close. I wanted her coming and chanting my name.
Thank heavens for the internet. Before I went to sleep next to her, which wasn’t the brightest move, I looked at some videos on Tumblr. It was like getting a tutorial on how to eat pussy until the woman was coming. At this point, any tip was a blessing.
Sweat started to form on her sweet, soft flesh. I ran my tongue from under her breasts to her little navel. Her back arched slightly off the bed. My thumbs pressed on the sides of her hips while my palms cupped her ass. I slid my hands up and down from her ass to her back. I wanted to touch her until she was frenzied with need.
I placed kisses on her belly and down to her curls. With my nose buried in her sweet center, I drank in her scent. My lips pressed to her lower lips, getting my first taste of her candy. I parted her lips and scraped my tongue along her slit until I reached her bud. Tracing circles around it, I felt her respond so sensually. Her hips started to rock, demanding more. I slashed my tongue against her clit, licking her fast and hard.
“Ah,” she moaned out. Her pussy drenched my face and I wanted more. Alana was so close that when I slipped a finger into her sopping wet heat, she came. Her ass lifted off the mattress and her hands gripped the sheets as she screamed out my name.
“Brent,” she shouted over and over again.
My cock was throbbing out of control with her screams. They were like a mating call for me and the years of abstinence ran its course. I parted her thighs, and took my aching dick in hand. Stroking it gently, I gave her a warning, “Baby, I’m going in bare. We’re both clean and I plan to fill you up with my family to love.” Looking down at her pussy, I saw it juice some more. I felt it and damn right my sweet girl liked the thought of carrying my babies.
I lined it up with her pretty pussy and pushed all the way in. I tore through her virginity, making her mine. I leaned down and kissed away the tears in her eyes. She bit back the pain. "I'm sorry, Alana." I kissed her lips, letting her taste her release on my tongue. She sucked it into her mouth greedily. The pleasure of it went straight to my balls that were already about to come. My cock was being squeezed tightly in her small body. Her walls were pushing me out, but I wasn't ready to get out.
"Relax, baby. This is new to me, too. You're going to make me come." She shook her head, but I knew she wasn't listening to a word I said. She wrapped her thighs around me trying to hold me in her. I leaned on my hands and looked down to see her panting and reaching for her breasts. She played with her tits, making me a bit jealous; I wanted to tease and taste them.
Her pussy was pulsing like she was on the edge again. For fuck’s sake, I hoped she was. I pulled away from our kiss and tucked my head down to suck on her big tits. My hips didn't care to wait and I began to rock them forward, pushing my cock deep in her then back out again. She whimpered then moaned as her pussy juices soaked my cock and her walls. I worked her womb, stretching her with each thrust. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I made love to her. Every pump was bringing me closer and closer to coming. When I did, I hoped she would be joining me. I wasn’t wearing a condom, so there was a huge chance that I was going to fuck my baby into her. That thought made me harder. I was seconds from coming deep in her heat.
“My pussy, Alana. You belong to me. This is just for us,” I growled, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my cock did the same to her little pussy. She held my cock tight within, I was frozen in place as her third orgasm ripped through her. As soon as her walls relaxed, my cum shot straight into her. I coated her depths with my seed.
I smiled down and whispered, “Mine, forever.’
Chapter 6 — Alana
I headed to the shower after Brent. My body was so weak from the insane pleasure. It was like a well-deserved ache from an intense workout. I didn’t even want to get out of bed. I just wanted more of him, but he promised to show me the outside world, so slapping my ass, he jumped out of bed. I hated that he seemed so energized. For the first time in my life, laziness was needed. Three hours of sleep and heavy sex demanded that I do nothing.
I jumped into the hot water while Brent dried himself off with the towel that was way too small. That cock hadn’t broken my bits like I thought it did. I wanted him again like we just hadn't had sex. His cock stiff and pointing towards me left me staring like a fool. How was it possible to be this hungry? He coughed and I looked up at him completely embarrassed.
"Shower," he hissed through gritted teeth, giving his cock a long, tight stroke. I did as he said and started washing up. His eyes never left me as I scrubbed my body. My pussy was throbbing with need, knowing that he was enjoying the show. He grabbed his cock and continued to stroke it. I knew that I was as close to coming as he was just from watching him. I ran my soapy hands a little harder against my pussy and my breasts. The pressure of the spray and my hands sent me spinning into an orgasm.
He slid the shower door open and shot his hot cum all down my leg like he was marking his territory.
“Let’s wash up, so we can get the day started. Later, after your pussy has done some healing, I’ll tear it apart again,” he said against my ear before getting in behind me to wash up again. The feeling of him in the shower with me sent desire all over me. It wasn’t the lust of needing another roaring orgasm, but the desire to be held and to feel those strong arms wrapped around me. I hurried up and washed so we could get started with the romance he promised
me. It was what I wanted, but the sex was freaking amazing.
I walked into the bedroom forgetting that I really didn’t have anything to wear. I felt awkward right away. What was I supposed to say?
“Do you want me to run down to the gift shop and get you some clothes?”
“I can’t ask you to do that. After everything…” I said. He gave me the look he gave me yesterday. It was a look of disappointment. I knew I offended him, but I wasn’t used to people wanting to help me. I always felt like a burden. He walked up to me and invaded my space.
His eyes were staring at me. He didn’t say a word for a moment, then he took a deep breath. “After everything, you’re mine. I thought we established that after I fucking made love to you over and over again this morning. It’s my job and pleasure to take care of you. Please understand that. I will never be him and I will do what’s right by you. Give me a kiss and I’ll run and get you some clothes.”
“Too bad I can’t just get my suitcase,” I complained. I didn’t have much, but it was mine. It was the only thing I owned.
Chapter 7 — Brent
"Do you still have your hotel key?" I asked her, buttoning my pants. I wasn’t afraid of them, so I would get her things if she wanted.
"Yes. Do you think we can sneak in there to get my things?" Her eyes widened. If we couldn’t get her things, then I would just buy her more. I just wanted to get out of the hotel before they caught up to us. I would report her whereabouts to the Bahamian police after we were staying somewhere else, but, at the moment, I didn’t feel safe with them in the same hotel.
"That should work if they're away from the room." There was a commotion outside just then. I stepped out onto the balcony to see the search beginning.
Her stepfather pretended to find a pair of her shoes by the shoreline. He was holding them in his hands as the police approached. It was the perfect timing for us to go to the room.
We snuck out of our room and up to theirs. It was silent, but there was a do not disturb sign on the door handle. Strange. They were outside. Why would they need the sign?
We slid her key card into the door before opening the door slowly. Once we were in the room, we realized that no one was in there.
She went looking for her luggage in the other room. I scoped out the room for anything to nail them with. I found her crumbled up letter.
John,
You’ve given me no choice. I won’t marry some stranger for money. You make me sick and I’d rather chuck it all than to be your pawn. The game is over. The abuse has come to an end. I hate you and I hope that one day fate gives you what you deserve. Truth be told, I hope you get exactly what you gave me. If they find me in the ocean, then it will be all your doing. I don’t need you to drown me. You’ve pushed me to the brink. I will not be forced to suffer at another’s hands ever again.
Alana
My heart was pounding against my chest, cracking with every thump. I wanted him dead, but I knew I couldn’t get away with murder.
“Brent,” Alana called out from the other room. I rushed like a mad man.
“What’s going on?” I asked, looking around the room frantically. She pointed to the closet.
“There’s something in the closet. Listen,” she said, clutching onto me. It was a thud against the wall of the closet. That wasn't normal. “Baby, get your suitcase and wait by the door,” I ordered her.
While Alana grabbed her suitcase in the corner of the room, I yanked the closet door open. I was shocked as fuck to find a little Bahamian woman with duct tape around her mouth. Her eyes were bugged out as she shook with fear. “Alana, call down for help. It’s a woman.” She did what I said, then ran to me. We needed the authorities and medics up here as soon as possible. I helped the young maid up and out of the confined space. She was wearing one of the hotel uniforms but it had been torn open. Her face was bloody and her body beaten. They were bigger monsters than I already thought. I wondered if he punished Alana by locking her in the closet.
The door was pushed open a minute after the call. It was several security team members and the concierge. They all looked wide eyed at the woman. One of the men ran to her and I was worried that he was going to attack her with his face so furious, but then he caught my demeanor and said, “She’s my wife. Sarina, my love.”
They started speaking their native tongue to each other which was a mix of creole and English. She was shivering and then he asked me, “Who did this to her?”
“I believe it was the two men you escorted away from me yesterday. This is Mr. Cole’s room.”
“Where is he?” the inspector asked.
“They’re on the beach with the authorities looking for me,” Alana said.
“I bet that was the plan. While the authorities were helping the search for you one of them could finish the job. Arrest them, sir and let’s get her to a doctor,” the hotel manager said. The security guard scooped up his wife into his arms and took her out of the room. They were down the hall when John and my father stepped off the elevator. It was their turn for their eyes to bug out. The men were on them before they could get the elevator doors open. Security called for the police to come up to the third floor before they killed them. The man holding his wife was ready to do the job all by himself. I saw that devotion as he kissed her forehead and promised to make it better.
“Mr. McCartney, please answer any questions the police have for you,” one of the security team members said.
“I will.”
With both men cuffed, we all were in the suite. “So you didn’t die? What a fucking shame.”
“Your hands are tied right now, mine aren’t. Say another shitty thing to her and I’ll throw your ass out the window.”
“This is all your fault, son. If you’d just done as I said this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t even be here right now working with this sick son of a bitch. All you had to do was get married and I would be rich.”
“Son?” Alana said, quizzically, looking between the two of us. The resemblance was there, but that was as far as we were connected.
“Oh, so Saint Brent didn’t tell you that he’s my son?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you old fucking piece of shit. This has nothing to do with you.” I turned to her because I had a lot to explain. “I realized it was him on the beach, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be associated with him.”
“I can understand that. But were you ever going to tell me?”
“Yes, I was. This has been a mess and I didn’t want you to run, especially when you thought his son would be like him. I hadn’t spoken to this bastard for six years. Why he came to this place and decided to force our hands makes no damn sense.”
“He’s a fucked up person, that’s why. I understand why you didn’t tell me. To be honest, I would have thought you were playing me.”
“Thanks, baby. I swear my life has been a solitary one. I only have my cousin Sonya that I care about and talk to.”
I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her hard in front of those in the room. I didn’t care. She needed to know that I was serious as can be. “I want to marry you and I’m glad they didn’t taint what we have.”
“They couldn’t no matter how hard they tried. I love you, Brent.”
“I love you, too, Alana.”
We kissed again, but stopped when the inspector entered the room. “Wow, that’s a weird scene to walk in on.” He looked over to my father and hers and said, “You two will get a one way ticket to hell very soon. I spoke to your victim and I know your scheme.”
“I told you we should have killed her and placed her in his room last night.” There was a collective gasp in the room before the men were dragged from the room. The inspector asked us a few questions before explaining that they were going to beat, rape, and kill that woman and leave her in my room to be found. Since the plan with Alana and I had been spoiled with her death and my refusal, they went for a backup plan.
What I hadn’t un
derstood was why bother to go through all that just to make me part of his company.
We walked out of the room and back to ours. With them gone, there was no reason to go to another hotel, and, well, we needed to fuck out our emotions.
Chapter 8 —Alana
I couldn’t believe everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I lost my virginity to a man who stole a heart I didn’t know I was ready to give and my stepfather tried to kill and rape a hotel worker.
We got back to our suite where he loved me some more until we passed out. Room service came shortly after we woke up, so we ate like we were starving. All that sex and excitement worked up a massive appetite. I didn’t know I could eat that much food at once. My stepfather gave me small meals and a few healthy snacks so I wouldn’t get fat. This was the first time in over three years that I had steak. It was so good that I ate it like I wasn’t going to ever have another.
“Oh my gosh, I’m totally eating like a slob,” I exclaimed. I have never licked my fingers in front of someone before.
“Relax, I think I worked you out hard. Hell, you did the same for me. I think we need to order more, but then we won’t be able to move tomorrow and I want a full day of things to do beside you.”
“Damn, I like when you do me.”
“Yes, but it isn’t going to be easy getting away for another vacation. So I want us to enjoy it now. I want you to see things you haven’t before. I want you to explore the island. Then, if you want, we can stop on the way back to the house and I can give you a quick tour of Colorado.”
“Sounds good to me. As long as I’m with you, it all sounds wonderful.”
“You’re a diamond in the sand, Alana. I’m so glad that I walked into that argument yesterday.”
“Me, too,” I said, grabbing his hand and kissing it. Then I slipped his finger in my mouth. He let out a growl, but then he laughed.
